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historizeTitle: At the Olympics
Warnings: Nothing. Just me being stupid.
Event: Figure skating. And hot men
Poland jumped up. "Omigod~! Who is that! Johnny Weir! America!"
America was deep in conversation with Canada. Discussing Hockey. Which was manly. Yeah. He surfaced. "What?"
Poland had jumped up. He was wearing bright red leggings and a fluffy white sweater dotted with sequins at the cuffs and brown leather boots trimmed in fur. He was holding onto the railing, bouncing. "Look at him! He's one of yours right?"
America looked and smiled. "Oh yeah. Johnny's a real crowd pleaser, they love him--"
"His costume is fabulous! Omigod, America. Where does he get them! He is working that--look at the tassels and the sheer layer over the hands! And the ribbon!" Poland threw his hands up, looking starstruck. "I just want to take him home with me--we could trade clothes! He's fabulous!"
Lithuania put his forehead in his hand, looking down.
"Oooomigod!" Poland squealed. "Did you see that triple-toe combination! Oh my God, guys! Holy shit! Does anyone have any roses! I need to give him roses, like, STAT!"
"The program isn't over yet," Lithuania reminded him.
"I don't even care, duh!"
Warnings: Nothing. Just me being stupid.
Event: Figure skating. And hot men
Poland jumped up. "Omigod~! Who is that! Johnny Weir! America!"
America was deep in conversation with Canada. Discussing Hockey. Which was manly. Yeah. He surfaced. "What?"
Poland had jumped up. He was wearing bright red leggings and a fluffy white sweater dotted with sequins at the cuffs and brown leather boots trimmed in fur. He was holding onto the railing, bouncing. "Look at him! He's one of yours right?"
America looked and smiled. "Oh yeah. Johnny's a real crowd pleaser, they love him--"
"His costume is fabulous! Omigod, America. Where does he get them! He is working that--look at the tassels and the sheer layer over the hands! And the ribbon!" Poland threw his hands up, looking starstruck. "I just want to take him home with me--we could trade clothes! He's fabulous!"
Lithuania put his forehead in his hand, looking down.
"Oooomigod!" Poland squealed. "Did you see that triple-toe combination! Oh my God, guys! Holy shit! Does anyone have any roses! I need to give him roses, like, STAT!"
"The program isn't over yet," Lithuania reminded him.
"I don't even care, duh!"
